Ah, come on, come on, let me tell you all about it.We've got all the time in the world.That's good,That's nice...I've been dreaming up a storm latelyOver and over againAnd now I can't stop, can't stop...Been dreaming about mirrors.Millions of mirrors.An endless army af mirrors out of control, reflecting people to death.To blindness and then death.Oh and the mirrors kept getting larger.They kept growing... swelling...They kept spreading outAnd now I can't seem to stop them.They're still growing and I can't seem to stop them.I have to keep filling them up,I have to keep feeding themAnd they're still getting larger!And larger!!!The mirrors have become vast and beautifulAnd very, very hungry.Hungrier than I've ever been.Too hungry.I no longer have any control over what they show me or what they see.They decide themselves what they would like to reflect.They won't obey me!!!They create a reflection and thenI have to go out and find the real thing that matches it.And almost always when I put the real thing in front of the mirrorsIt's not nearly as beautiful as the reflection that came first.And at that point I have to destroy the real thingAnd go out looking again until finallyI find another real thing,A thing that does match what's inside the mirrorAnd which is truly worthy of the beautiful reflection that came first.But I almost never find it.And the mirrors get even hungrier.Pretty soon now they're going to devour me.They're going to swallow me upPiece by piece,Bit by bit, shiver by shiver, tremble by tremble,Sliver and sliver and splinter by splinter...But you can help me, please.They want you, please.They've given me your image.Before I ever saw you they gave me you image.Please.I'd like to make you one of my reflectionsAnd feed you to the mirrors.Please.They only need one more to fill them upAnd if it were you I feel that they would be satisfied.As I would.Please.You have such a beautiful reflection...Don't ever waste it.Now....YOUR PLACE OR MINE ?